Anastasia Chronicles 8 - first draft

 Then Wonder Who She Is 

Have you considered, asked Ms Inez Pince-Nez, 

what would happen if Anastasia managed to get 

hold of a burka - a pink one, of course - and went 

to a press conference; Yes I have, clearly -- How 

Ana would be confused because her cupboard is 

dark and she can never find anything inside - so 

She wears whatever drifts to the top then stumbles 

along, her heart in her song and her mind on her 

words - someone would kindly help her out of the 

way of the speeding cars and into a building while 

Ana would still be wondering why she can't see 

until her sunglasses are taken off by someone 

Who sees this poor lady seems rather distracted,

upon being introduced Ana would suffer a black-

hole moment and forget every name immediately 

as happened before when the Congo police came 

to Pta CBD and Ana interpreted from and into French 

for her favourite, Colonel Baruku Dieudonné - didn't 

Matter how hard she tried, she could not remember 

a single name - and when she admired the lovely 

Minister of Education from Mali, she terrorised him 

endlessly with requests to sing the National French 

Anthem; though she tried to carry a notebook she 

could not keep track of it, therefore she always had 

Scraps of paper instead of the beautiul leather file 

so kindly supplied by the harrassed Mr Corney Wright - 

back to the beginning of my story - while everyone's 

enjoying a glass of wine and delicately nibbling on 

savoury treats, Ana would be begging the catering 

staff for a steak without condiments and an ice-water 

Jug to quench her thirst - and just when a friendly 

dignitary wants to begin his speech, Ana would be 

spritzing her hot face with an iced water spray and 

the people behind her would forcibly fight her for 

the offending spritz bottle - instead of elegantly 

walking through the room, Ana would trip over 

A service trolley, in the confusion the dignitaries 

would shake their heads, finally she would make 

it to the right place and then wonder who she is - 

and if she is herself, where she was; by this time 

proceedings will have started - Ana would pull 

her pink burka mask over her face and start to 

Explain why Muslims are right to cover their heads 

in the scorching sun and fail to notice that the rest 

of the group are given conference papers and name 

plates, then Ana will think of a new storyline and start 

making notes not noticing that it was time to be seated 

with the rest of the audience... Sigh, do I need 

to go on - I think not...

[="My beloved is hanging on to the Bitterbessiebos and if she  knew what 

she looked like she would let go immediately"]

[FAK: (Vanaand gaan die Volkies koring sny, koring sny) 2X, 

my geliefde hang aan die bos, 2X, 

my geliefde hang aan die Bitterbessiebos; 

my geliefde hang aan die bos, 2X,

 as sy weet hoe sy lyk sal sy dadelik laat los...]